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Then went out of the way
Address not found
Didn't and couldn't be called
want to reach you

I came across a horizon
Evening came down
Heard, you exist behind the sun
Not to fear cause you made
In the dark,
Anyone can't see you
Even not me too

However I wish
I will get
Dark come down as your rules
Find you
Find the road
Randomly
Restlessly

Am I in the same place
Or moving towards any of the
I close my eyes in the dark
Thought I'm black
I have mixed up the dark

Open my eyes and can't see myself
My weight is decreased
Going up into the air
Increasing the speed, have felt cool
Where am I going
Heard something vague
Slowly
More speed increases
I see a mystic haze
I go to the land of conscious to the unconscious

But I can't understand
My chest is open
Is to operate on me
Putting something else on the heart
Sent back to conscious

Yet I have not seen
But hear you!
See the haze again,
In the Songs of dark!
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There was a dream. A dream of a
long road that led to
a rock. Beside the rock was a
snake and the pigeon
were meeting there,
the hummingbird
and crocodile were
resting before the grass,
and darkness was behind
us.

The hills were flat
and the deserts was covered in roses.
The land was filled with animals of
every kind in perfect unity surrounded
by a lights of beauty and wonder filled all
along the rivers and trees, calming the
world with grace and glory and awe.

My mother were there and father,
my friends some which at a time
were my enemies, and my people
gathered waiting for me.
I was home. I was home.

The eternal honey from the rock,
poured upon our feast,
love and light overwhelmed
the atmosphere.

In turn, fear's face was crushed,
tears and pain was a forgotten memory,
illness and disorder was alien, and the colors
of seven thousand rainbows danced in the air.

The surface of music sounded so perfect,
flowers sung around our yards and
rivers of waters between our mansions that we lived in,
and perfect praise was upon our lips.

We were robed in glory and our hearts magnified
the living Lord, our thoughts were pure,
and our bodies were perfectly whole.
My house was filled with glory and perfect love,
perfect love. I was home.

Then I saw fire which echoed
the sound of the world before the room
where the Lord stood, and there was chaos
in the land before where He heard the Earth's cries.

The movement, and passion of the Lord's
tears filled this one room, and brought me
in such distress, what room was this?

I heard people's homes were torn apart by rage and
hatred, men were slaughtered and women
ravaged, echoes of countless babies
tore through the Lord's heart.
The sound of curses stung his eyes,
and rebellion ripped his veins,
we heard the devil's laughter,
and people worshiping evil.
The Lord wept.

I shouted, "Lord what can we do, we must
do something, is there something we can do?"

He said nothing.

And the river of blood in his eyes, filled
with such compassion and heavy warmth,
almost like honey.

He held my hand, and then finally
replied, "I sent my only son to save the world,
for how I love them, so that
no one may fall but have an everlasting life . "

And then suddenly I woke up with
His tears in my eyes.

Filled with perfect love, I arose
from my bed. I ran outside
picked up a rock
headed toward that road.
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He picked them with care
Love not being the only reason of choice
Conditions always had to be met
In his case
But with an expectation to break them

He picked them with a collector's precision
Carefully sifting through their qualities
Ensuring only the best remained
With their own true uniqueness shinning out

He picked them to be his anchor
A new facet to add to the list of qualities
Building up his own individuality
By slowly slicing away their own

He picked them deliberately
To steal away parts of their souls
In the end leaving him fuller
While they lamented over an unknown loss
I've used up the speed I used to need
Running hard at walls
All I got was blood and snot
And a boot in the *****
But it's not over
Nothing's done
Oh no
The fight goes on

I've had knock backs from throwbacks
And been ridiculed by imbeciles
Half wits have had their say too
But I will never give in
The fight goes on
On and on
Until I change their minds

                                         By Phil Roberts
Sometimes we try to recreate heaven on earth

Making gardens

Inventing shortcuts

Discovering secrets in and out

Looking through our numerous paths

Trying desperately to find

The perfect one

But this isn't the way to do things

Follow a straight line

If it is struggling

Find footsteps to forever follow

For eternity will you have guidance

Across the path

Unfortunately what goes up

Must come down

If you hurry

Then you are likely to trip over

Your own feet

Just remember

That shortcuts may be harmful

Never forget these words

Move slowly

And good will follow

Playing it safe will be your motto.
By Matt aged 11
skilled
beyond the
greatest artist
or scientist

you are
to have
composed
the pieces just so

i see
what you had in mind for me
all along
god

my life
an amalgamation
a mosaic
immaculate montage

©2016janetaylor
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